Angels With Dirty Faces - Peter Allen

Angels with dirty faces

Hanging outside my door

New York City, you gave me the life

But you took my heart just to even the score

And I sing all night to a neon light

And the neon shines back to me

So I pull down the shade and call it a day

And I turn up the colour T.V.

Angels with dirty faces

Calling me on the phone

I spent so many years just looking for love

And now they won’t leave me alone

And I sing a song but the feeling’s gone

Guess I’ll go live in L.A.

And pull down the shade and call it a day

On funky old Broadway

Angels calling me up all night

Angels make me want to turn out the light.